#implied fatal

The hardest part is grabbing the prey's wrists and stuffing their hands into the pred's mouth, then making that first swallow. Once they've made the first swallow, though, they are the one in complete control of the situation, even if the prey doesn't know it. They'll whimper and squirm, pulling and trying to wrestle themselves away from the pred, but their throat muscles are clamped on so tightly that the prey hardly budges. All they can do is lock eyes with the pred and shiver as the pred gives them a knowing smile.

Now, they take their time with their prey, gulping slowly. The prey has plenty of time to watch as their arms sink further and further past the pred's gullet, being squeezed relentlessly by the pred. After an agonizing amount of time, the prey's face is pressed right up against the pred's sphincter. They can feel away twitch, every spasm, as the pred forces themselves to hold the prey in place, to torment them...

Been so long since I drew her. Evil wife,,,

you freeze, faint words reaching your ears, teasing your overworked heart, singing about your smell… a loud huff next to your ear, hot breath washing over your face. you squeal and dash away, crashing through the underbrush as your predator laughs and lopes after you. you can see them keeping pace with you in the shadows, reaching out to knock into the backs of your legs, making you stumble to your knees

in an instant they're on top of you, heavy weight pinning you to the soft ground. your blood is hammering in your ears as a tongue, hot and wet and rank, slides across your collarbone, curling under your chin as what little light you can make out is slowly blocked by their gaping maw. their grip is iron as they stuff your head down their throat, any struggles only forcing you further down into their searing depths. panicked, electric energy rips through you as you kick and flail, slipping deeper and deeper into their cramped, pulsing belly

then, you're sealed away. deep within this powerful predator you're curled up, barely able to wriggle in the crushing weight of them. you can hear their heart thundering all around you, feel the way their body runs hot from the chase. you can barely make out gasping pants as your pred tries to calm themselves down, breathing heavily from the chase, and the weight of you within them. hands cradle you from the outside as everything shifts around you, bouncing slowly as your partner makes their way back to your shared campsite

Feeling the weight of their stomach pressing into their lap, constantly reminding them of this new thing theyve done. how much it grabs their attention and makes them sigh because of how good it feels to be so very full. conscientious of how that weight shifts around and rests differently as the prey inside moves and is broken down into smaller, softer shapes.

the prey moving around and causing little thrills of pleasure every time they press against the pred’s stomach lining. making the pred restless and desperate to feel more, up until the moment the prey isn’t solid enough to squirm. held together only by the same pressure thats breaking them down.

a shiver runs down their spine as they feel a gurgle, announcing the process of liquid being pushed down into their intestines. someone who used to be a person getting processed into them, worked deeper into their layers… somebody who trusted them and wanted to be made into them like this…?